Summary

Here's the thing: When you throw yourself on top of an alien byproduct that you've been told is going to explode, you can assume that's going to happen. It's what happens after, that no one can prepare you for.

Especially when the alien byproduct you've thrown yourself on top of is actually some kind of infinitely powerful stone from another universe that no one has ever been able to control until now, and that stone has some kind of sentient component because it has decided that you're fit to wield it's power. And, since this power is so volatile and not of your universe, you have to relocate realms and leave everyone you've ever known behind, believing that you're dead.

Summary

The wind that blows her hair reminds her of cold Gotham nights when she still went out in kevlar, and if she closes her eyes and spreads out her arms she can almost imagine that feeling, like she’s flying. Of course, the fabric of her button-up is not kevlar, and she knows that she can’t relive her glory days. Her days as Batgirl are over, no matter how hard she could try to reclaim them, and perhaps that’s for the better.

Summary

The scent of the Joker was a distinct bitter chemical smell but on that night on the rooftops it was tempered with the sweetness of an Omega in heat. The Joker's anatomy was so twisted Batman had never considered how he dealt with his heats, or how in his own way the Joker already considered Batman to be his Alpha. Maybe it was just his bleeding heart but he couldn't just leave the Joker to his suffering. When he had said he wanted to help the Joker he meant it, even if that meant abandoning his chances for another relationship forever.

Summary

My name is Chloe Peacock-Cowen, but the Kingsmen know me as Guinevere. I am 25 years old, and I live alone in a huge London safe house with my corgi, Bear (the same one I was told to shoot, all those years ago). I remain the only Kingsman to ever score 100% on my entry test, both physical and mental. I am the first female Kingsman.

Summary

It, because to give that thing a name would be an insult. It killed Jason, it assaulted her, it tried to break her father and murdered cities full of people along the way. But no, no, Bruce won’t kill it. He’ll stand before Jason’s grave, he’ll stand over her bed, he’ll stand by her father’s shoulder but at the end of the day he won’t actually do a single fucking thing.